glass and patron; wyllucas vs. fallron [ day 1.5 ]

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Tamron Rhodes

I didn’t know what made him change. I didn’t know what stopped him from taunting, from attacking my head over and over again, and yet something had overcome him. Maye Fallon’s words were finally making it through his thick skull. Maybe he was just tired of fighting. Either way, my bruised mind and body appreciated it when he turned to his ally and told her to move on. I expected that little girl to put up a fight. I expected her to lunge at him as well there is a fire in her that burns brighter than what we have, but she took a step backwards as if stepping away from the fight.

Fallon wasn’t ready to leave, even if she was done fighting. I didn’t understand everything that was happening maybe this is a connection deeper than my understanding, but I could only raise my hand up after Fallon as she tried to get Lucas to stay. She managed to grab his legs, a successful hold that would no doubt leave a mark on his thighs, but I was the one who had to help her let go. I walked up to her, carefully in case the other two decided the fight wasn’t over, and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Fallon, we have to go. We have to find out what happened to Chaos and Lightning.” I looked up at Lucas, wondering what he was feeling, if he was feeling. “They…they have to go on too. This isn’t helping any of us.” I looked again at the other two and hoped that they would agree with me on this point. We were all bruised up with injuries that we would have to nurse, and it wasn’t productive for any of us if we kept going.

I also couldn’t bear to see Fallon like this. It was too much for me to process, too much for me to really understand, but I understood that she was hurting in more ways than one and she would only continue to feel the pain if we all lingered in this place any longer. I reached down to raise her up from the ground, hoping that she would loosen her grip on his leg. “Come on, Fallon. Before someone else finds us and we all get hurt even more.”

[Tamron flees from the fight with Fallon's assistance]

[lance]

l u c a s   o ' h a r a

i reaaaaaally do not like makin these fillers but we got death threads to respond to and shit to draw so for now these posts will take the back seat. hopefully i'll be able to fill them in but we shall seeeeeee

lucas basically is still a wreck but gets enough of a hold of himself to realize that the fighting has pretty much ceased and that wylla got her leg broken. so he casually gets up, still shaken, and preeeetty much carries her out into the rose garden where lorenzo's shouts reach his ears.

also manages to shake off fallon from his leg lmao

lucas flees into this thread while carrying wylla

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

 

Filler.

She just wants to go, and now she can.

table by dars

W Y L L A • L Y S A N D E R

{ wylla flees the fight with lucas' help }

[Stare]

it just takes a second
for my world to come crumbling down
oh i'm sure in the distance
you can hear that awful sound

Lucas left, but Fallon shouldn’t have been surprised. Everyone always left.

Lying on the ground, broken and abandoned, she held the emptiness carefully in her hands. The earthquakes had stopped, but she almost hated the still silence more. She would have rather had bees swarming in her ears and a ground so unsteady that she could barely stay standing than the hollow feeling in her chest and Tamron’s worried gaze.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Fallon let the blood dribble from her nose and tried desperately to keep another round of tears at bay. Her chest was knotted up so tightly she could barely breathe. But she couldn’t break down again. She couldn’t keep leaving Tamron to be the strong one. It wasn’t fair to him, just like it hadn’t been fair for her to expect Lucas to stay when he knew who she really was.

Fallon was tired of begging other people to protect her.

She’d fought monsters before. Every night, with a flashlight and an old picture book, she’d fought them. Trying to steady her trembling breath, she pulled out one of the crayons - she didn’t have gray, but the thistle crayon was close enough. Fallon had many sunlit memories of coloring at the kitchen table with her siblings. They usually didn’t last very long. Someone would say something mean or kick someone under the table by “accident” and the whole house would erupt all over again, but for those few precious moments of silence Fallon loved to color. She loved getting lost in the strokes, the hues, the shapes. She like dark on light, the way she could layer them into something new if she wanted.

Slowly, carefully, she sketched out the long blade of the knight’s sword from her storybook. Her favorite page, the one best for fighting the monsters, had been a picture of him drawing his arm back, about to swing the weapon around and plunge it into the dragon’s heart. She’d spent hours memorizing the beautiful twisting metal that had curled about the handle like serpents. The sword itself had been thin, more like a rapier. She was sure to include every smooth curve, every glittering embedded gem, and she carefully cleaned the line that acted as the edge of the blade so it looked just as sharp as the one the knight had wielded.

And then, suddenly, it was real.

Fallon jerked back, breath catching in her throat. Mama said not to play with sharp things. She reached forward cautiously, feeling the cool glittering handle. In her room all she’d needed to fight the monsters was the picture, the idea of the thing, but perhaps here the monsters were different. Maybe she needed the real sword to conquer them.

If it had been a different time and a different place she would have left it. But Tamron stood behind her still, even though he knew she was different, and he deserved to be fought for just like he had fought for her.

They would protect each other, and maybe he would be the first one to stay.

how i plead for an answer
plead for an answer from you
but if you give me an answer
that just makes no sense then what's the use?

[Fallon draws a Thistle Sword]
[Fallon flees with Tamron]